Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

In Part One, Mark made me cum over and over from a vibrator, but let’s see what he can do with his eight-inch-thick cock today. My pussy was still soaking wet and so sensitive. I could feel it pulse and vibrate through my whole body, but I was ready for some more.

Mark untied my hands and feet from the bed so he could bend me in any position he wanted me in. My body was weak and lifeless, so I just let him take control of me. He kept me on my back and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He put my legs up in the air, resting over his shoulders and I felt the head of his cock enter my pussy.

Every time he thrust in and out of me, his cock rubbed against my clit, and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. He grabbed on to me and thrust, deep and hard. After a few moments, I felt my entire body tremble and felt the pussy juices flowing all over his cock. They flowed so hard it pushed his cock out.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext. 463

My friend Georgi dared me to go to a brothel one night and take a picture of all the skanks in there, so I took her up on her dare. It was called Pretty Titties Brothel House. I was expecting it to be a skanky building, but when I got inside, I was amazed. The walls were covered in velvet linings in a rich royal purple and burgundy. There were beautiful sconces covering the walls too.

After exploring for a few moments, I heard some loud manly grunts and high-pitched squealing and giggling. My curiosity took over, and I walked down the long hallway to investigate. There was a door opened a crack, and that’s where all the noise was coming from. I peeked in and saw no other than my Professor Thompson. He didn’t see me but the girl he was with did, and she gave me a sexy little wink.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

Don’t you just love fucking against the wall sometimes? I got out of a coffee house late one night where one of the patrons randomly met me and then followed me outside. He was so attractive and as soon as he came up to me, I couldn’t keep my hands off him. That’s when he threw me up against the wall.

He ran his hands through my hair and kissed my lips passionately. That’s when he moved down to my neck and then breasts, nibbling and biting the whole way down. I was wearing a tank top, and he pulled the straps down my shoulder so he could get better access me to titties. Lucky for him I wasn’t wearing a bra today.

He groped and grabbed at my titties, and it felt so amazing. Quickly he spun me around, so I was facing the wall with my hands against the wall, and I think I knew what was coming. I think some ass play was on its way, and I was so ready for it; I was begging for it.

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Bethany 1844-33- CANDY ext 260

He was super embarrassed. Cheeks red, and flushed. I could tell he was a bit insecure when I approached him and casually asked to suck his cock. He was really cute, with eyes that glowed. He has these blue / ice colored eyes that seem to look right through you. Memorizing. Hypnotic. Tiny Tim.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

I’ve been told by man men that I have a flair for oral sex. I love to be thorough and passionate, taking my time giving you a first-class blow job.  This skill has taken years of practice.  Of course, it has not been without mishap.  However, through fastidious technique improvement, I have had men worship the things my mouth can do to them.  Practice makes perfect and we know I’ve had a lot of practice over the years.

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Since my ex boyfriend ghosted me, I  was a little confused why he stopped talking to me. He’s the one who wanted me to stick my finger in his ass. Why was he so embarrassed. Maybe I took it too far? So, one afternoon I decided to go to his house to get an explanation why he was so quiet. I also brought my 13 in dildo (just in case.)

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454 

He was a regular with an idea. He recommended me to his friend; told him I would do anything sexual for money. Which was partly true. His friend only wanted one thing in particular. Anal sex. 

We discussed it over the phone, I made it known that his request was totally fine with me but deep down I knew I needed to prepare. I rarely did anal and it was something I charged a little extra for.  

We planned it, I told him some excuse about being busy so that I would have time to prepare myself. I used my butt plug throughout the week, I wanted to be sure I could take him, whatever his cock size may be.  

The day of I bent over in front of the mirror and took some photos of my ass. M was definitely an assman and requested the pics. After that I used my dildo to fuck my ass just to be sure. Felt awesome but I was nervous.  

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Bonjour, foufouns! It’s me, your favorite French connoisseur of the…let’s call them “hidden depths” of the male physique. You see, while many women swoon over bulging biceps or a charming smile, I find myself drawn to a different kind of mystery, a more intime adventure, if you will. There’s something undeniably compelling about the journey to the very core of a man’s being – the fascinating, often overlooked, and generally underexplored territory of his derrière’s most private entrance. Yes, I am talking about the butt!

Now, some might raise an eyebrow, perhaps even two, when I express this particular passion. “Stella,” they utter with a mix of fascination and mild horror, “why the derrière?” And to them, I simply smile and shrug my shoulders, a very French gesture that encompasses a melange of unsaid truths. For me, it’s a hidden garden waiting to be tenderly explored. It’s far more engaging than discussing the weather, n’est-ce pas?

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Some guys just really like my butt. I know, I know. It’s a common thing, maybe even a cliché, BUTT…there are levels to it, aren’t there? And then there was him. HIM. Most guys, they like the curve, the shape, the way it looks in a tight pair of jeans or a silk dress. Standard appreciation. But this one? He was an ass man with a very particular vision.

He wanted me to dress up. Not for a party, not for a night out. Just for him, and for the specific fantasy he’d crafted in his mind. A patent black catsuit. Gleaming. And patent black stiletto boots, so high they practically dared me to fall. My nails, already long, were sharpened and painted a deep, dangerous crimson. When I looked in the mirror, I wasn’t just a woman in an outfit; I was a creature. A typical superhero villainess, absolutely, from the sharp lines of the suit to the predacious gleam in my own eyes. And I felt like one, too. Powerful. Unattainable. Menacing, even.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Before the world wake ups—some of the dirtiest thoughts hit before the sun even rises. That’s when the real freaks come out to play. When your body’s aching from a dream that made you bite your lip in your sleep… yeah, I know that feeling.
Lucky for you—I’m always available before the world wakes up.

You want to roll over and slide right in without a word? You can. You want to call me while your cock is rock hard under the sheets, or while you’re soaked through those panties? I’m here. You want to tell me every nasty thought running through your mind while you stroke it slow, or while you ride your own fingers? Baby, I’m listening.

I want your morning wood. I want your sleepy, raw, unfiltered need.
You don’t have to hold back with me. You don’t even need to say hello—just let me hear how good you sound when you cum before the birds start chirping. That’s my favorite kind of wake-up call.

We can keep it slow and teasing, or you can fuck me half-awake like you’ve been waiting all night for it. I’ll bend over the kitchen counter while the coffee’s still brewing.

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